Sipping her tea, Nancy gazed out her friend’s window and sighed. Spring rains and sunshine had coaxed a riotous expanse of color from a well-groomed flowerbed of lilies, phlox, irises, and evening primrose.“I want that look,” she said wistfully, “without all the work.”Some shortcuts are fine—even practical. Others short-circuit our spirit and deaden our lives. We want romance without the…
Sipping her tea, Nancy gazed out her friend’s window and sighed. Spring rains and sunshine had coaxed a riotous expanse of color from a well-groomed flowerbed of lilies, phlox, irises, and evening primrose.“I want that look,” she said wistfully, “without all the work.”Some shortcuts are fine—even practical. Others short-circuit our spirit and deaden our lives. We want romance without the…